Unparalleled riding and shooting are the indelible impressions of the people in the Central Plains of China on the grassland.

Including the officials and generals of the imperial court, when they mentioned Mongolian cavalry, they came and went like the wind, brave and good at fighting, and could not be defeated. When the Mongols came, the only thing they could do was to strengthen the walls and clear the fields, close the city gates, and guard them strictly.

The Mongols were good at fighting in the field, while the Han people were good at defending cities.

It is precisely the unforgettable impression that the Ming Dynasty spent countless military expenditures every year to continuously build the Great Wall, build piers, strengthen beacon towers, and strive to make the turtle shell harder.

When Tang Yi was in Xuanda, he saw with his own eyes that there was a pier that was two or three meters high, which was continuous and spectacular.

But he didn't like passive and negative defense very much. He felt that he should take the initiative to fight back, but the court was hard to make a comeback, and it was useless to say it.

However, the appearance of the Arabian horse and the refreshing victory completely changed the view of many people. At least the people who witnessed the game would not say anything about the Mongols’ unparalleled riding and shooting, and would not have much respect for the Mongolian cavalry. The poor Mongolian horse is not an opponent of the Arabian horse at all. This is the case on the field and the battlefield!

The fear that lingers in my heart disappears, what will happen next?

Thousands of tall horses, carrying surging knights, rushed into the grassland, just like Huo Qubing did back then, killing the world and the sun and the moon and the sun and the moon...

It is like a big river that can be used to ask for it at ordinary times, and once the river water surges and turns into a flood, anyone will be easily destroyed.

The Ming Dynasty was like that river, and the tribes on the grassland were the people standing by the river.

The monk Axing was a wise monk. He walked down from the top of the snow-capped mountain and rushed to the grassland for thousands of miles. He hoped to convince Altan to conquer the tribes on the grassland with his doctrine.

He knew very well that if the Mongols wanted to value it, they had to show their true abilities.

"Dignified Ironback Taiji, the old monk once presented you with a good horse in the Western Regions. Do you still remember?"

Facing the powerful Arab horse, Ah Xing could not brag about his horse against his conscience.

Tiebei Taiji looked solemn, and after thinking for a while, he said, "That horse is indeed very good, but it may not be comparable to Mingren's horse." He was embarrassed to say that he was not an opponent, but in fact Tiebei was not optimistic about the horse at all.

Axing gave him a tall variegated horse, which was one taller than a Mongolian horse and ran very fast. However, the horse was only good at running at short distances and could not exceed three miles. The distance of this competition was six miles, which was twice as high as it could not run at all.

Seeing Tiebing hesitating, Ah Xing approached him.

"Tiebing Taiji, the old monk has a magic needle in his hand. It can stimulate madness and increase speed. After running once, the war horse will be ruined."

"This is good!" Tiebei Taiji nodded without hesitation. In the preliminary round, didn't Qi Jimei defeat Dai Qing with the Spurs? In his opinion, there was nothing wrong with sacrificing a flawed war horse.

He has never been so eager for victory. This is no longer a competition, but a battle for face, and there is no need to lose.

"Can you beat Mingren with the needle alone?" Tiebei was still worried.

Ah Xing's eyes turned, and suddenly smiled mysteriously, and whispered twice in Tiebrow's ear. Tiebrow smiled and nodded repeatedly.

...

"I didn't see my uncle, and the monk went to his tent again."

After Zhenuo finished speaking, he turned his head and walked outside. He reached the door and stopped again. He was stunned for a moment, turned around, and then went to the opposite Zhong Jin and sat down.

"Did you hear me?"

Zhong Jin blinked his beautiful big eyes and smiled, "Of course I heard that monk went to find Tiebing."

"There must be a conspiracy!" Zhenuo suddenly became stern. He believed in shamans since he was a child, but recently, monks have always arrived on the grassland and encouraged the tribes to convert to them. Zhenuo was very disgusted.

"Those ugly and dirty guys are full of conspiracies and tricks. They will definitely not do good things. Maybe they just want to deal with the Ming Dynasty war horses."

After Zhenuo finished speaking, he stared at his sister with a good look. He felt that his sister, who had always been close to the Ming Dynasty, should have some opinions, or... simply tell the people of the Ming Dynasty about Axing and let them teach Axing a lesson!

Zhong Jin suddenly raised his head, "Brother, we want to cooperate with the real strong man. If Mingren doesn't even have this ability, it is not worth our belief!"

Zhenuo was shocked. The brilliance in her sister's eyes was full of wisdom, like an old man in the tribe. It was not just a moment of excitement. Zhenuo even had an idea that if her sister was a man, she would probably become a greater hero than Altan. Unfortunately, no matter how outstanding the women on the grassland were, they could not control their own destiny.

After four days of continuous competition, most of the contestants have been eliminated.

The last final was held between the winners of the first twenty-four games. All the thirteen Arab horses participated in the competition won, accounting for more than half of the share. The remaining were seven war horses from Mongolia, four under the Iron Back, three ebony horses, and four war horses entering the last game, three of which were from Jiubian, one from Xuanfu, one from Yansui, one from Gansu, and one from the folk. The rider was named Wu Kai, who was from Liaodong. His horse was bought from the Jurchens. After hard training, he shone brightly in the preliminaries and ran very well.

In the finals, he beat two Mongolian horses and became a big upset and became a highly anticipated grassroots hero. However, Wu Kai participated in the competition alone and rushed over from afar. After continuous competitions, the horse was in a very bad state. Before the finals, he announced his withdrawal.

In this way, there were only twenty-three horses left to reach the final, all of which were official. Tiebei made a suggestion before the competition. He believed that all thirteen Arab horses participated in the competition, and the number was too large, which was not fair at all. In the last game, it would be better for each side to only produce one horse and compete.

Gao Gong and Jiangdong discussed it and thought it made sense. He asked Tang Yi again. Tang Yi had nothing to say. In fact, he treasured those Arab horses. Each of them arranged five special horse slaves to take care of them. One more game would make him more likely to be injured, and he pointed at the horses and spread their leaves!

But the iron-backed behavior made Tang Yi a little surprised. He was already out of the blue. Is there any way to get it back?

It seems that he should be a little more careful, Tang Yi thought to himself!

With the attention of everyone, the last racing race finally began.

The one-month-long competition lasted from the 43rd year of Jiajing to the 44th year of Jiajing. The high-ranking officials and nobles from Beijing and Tianjin all came to watch the competition during the rest of the first month.

The direct consequence is that the audience has exceeded 30,000, and there are crowds of people, eating, drinking, and urinating. The tent alone is not enough to live in.

Fortunately, Tianjin is the Zhongxing of Nanlai's materials, and the small station is rich in reed mats. In addition, the command and dispatch of the two generals Yu Dayou and Tang Shen, everything was arranged properly, without any chaos.

Not only did everyone appreciate the beauty of horse racing, but they also tasted the food from all over the world and watched acrobatic musical arts, which was happier than the past New Year.

The small station is about to develop, and all the people have come up with this idea. Just a horse racing conference, so many people, what a business opportunity. Lord Tang is the boy Shancai. Now it looks good.

Happy and happy, the players entered the stadium.

Zhu Shan personally drove the white Arabian horse, and in the soft sunshine, his high head exuded arrogance. As soon as he appeared, he won a lot of luck.

Following behind was Ma Dong from Xuanfu. His mount was the Huang Piao horse trained by Ma Fang himself, the generals of the nine borders, recognized as the number one cavalry of the Ma family army. Representatives from Yansui and Gansu towns voluntarily retreated and gave it to Ma Dong.

After they came out, they waited for a while, and the riders from Tiebing and Ordos tribe finally appeared.

When the iron-backed Taiji appeared, everyone was stunned. The war horse he rode was very different from the previous one. It looked like the whole number one, thick and strong, and it looked very strong, not much shorter than Zhu Shan’s white horse?

"What's going on? When did Mongolian horses become so tall?" Gao Gong asked in surprise.

Tang Yi studied war horses for a year and also had some experiences, "Mr. Zhongxuan, according to me, this horse is mostly a horse from the Western Regions, but its skeleton is thick and not like the Dayuan keel, which is known for its slenderness and elegance. It should be a mixed-race! It is hard to say how strong it is."

Jiang Dong narrowed his eyes, nodded, agreeing with Tang Yi's judgment.

At this time, boos sounded around the stadium. Just kidding, because the Daiqing Taiji had cheated on him before, the finals had been added, and one person must ride one by one. The previous horse racing without the iron back was already violated.

"Switch back to the original horse, otherwise you will not be allowed to participate in the competition!"

"Yes, no change of horses in the last battle!"

...

The audience was clamoring, but Tiebei didn't care, "Don't you think that you will be invincible with a good horse? Why are you afraid that this station will be lucky? Besides, the last game, unlike before, is a match between the Ming and Mongolia. If you are afraid of the battle, you should give up quickly!"

"Ball! Dreaming, even if you ride a dragon, you will definitely lose!" Zhu Shan spat fiercely.

Both sides were competing. With the order, four war horses galloped out. Zhu Shan rode an Arabian horse and still rushed to the first place. He was galloping like a flying horse, as if he was stepping on the clouds, flying in the clouds, and the comfort was needless to say.

After rushing out for more than a hundred meters, Zhu Shan glanced at the corner of his eyes and suddenly became scared. Not only was the iron-backed war horse not only not thrown away, but on the contrary, the pursuit became more and more fierce, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer.

Zhu Shan secretly accelerated his speed and circled around the field for a thousand meters. When he reached the second lap, the iron-backed horse almost ran side by side with Zhu Shan's horse, and there was a vague momentum of surpassing the situation.

Zhu Shan was stunned, how could it be so fast?

At this moment, another Mongolian knight's horse seemed to have fallen and was unwilling to withdraw from the competition. After several efforts, Zhu Shan's horse roared from behind and quickly surpassed the past. But not far from overtaking, the white horse's pace slowed down, and then made a move that surprised everyone, turned around and ran towards the injured horse... (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!